No. I’m not angry or peeved at anyone(well, there is that one person…).
Backstory:
3 or 4 weeks ago I bit my cutest fuzzy doggy bathroom rug. Not cause I wanted to. I woke up about the instant I face planted.
I immediately knew my ribs hurt. I rolled over and moaned. I tasted a little blood. Figured I bit my tongue.
As the day went on, I realized my ribs were very sore and my face under my left eye hurt. We went to the clinic.
X-rayed. Ribs were not broken. Which I’ll never believe. And my nose was not broken. I firmly believed that. (I’ve had broken noses and 3 major reconstructions on my nose). There was never any massive gushing of blood or obvious misalignment. There was a small bump that swelled later. Next morning I had a black eye and a fat lip.
Otherwise I marked it up to a bad experience, but no real damage.
Time cooked along. My ribcage had incessant pain. I developed some pluersy on that side. Let me tell that hurt. The black eye faded. The fat lip healed. I still had a small bump on one side of my nose..kinda up high on my bridge. It was more noticeable some days. My girls and Ivy telling me I’m obsessing over it and “shut up about yer nose!”
Zoom up to this morning, I heard Ivy tapping on the door to wake me up.
I turned my face over on the pillow and heard a click. Audibly. There are so many things stuck to me(devices) I was sure something was amiss.
Sat up, nothing wrong. Ok. Now I’m having audible hallucinations or something. Oh goody.
I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. What!!?? The bump is gone. The small soreness I had there, is no more.
Was I misdiagnosed?
Was my nose just “outta joint”? ( Is that such a thing?)